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little extreme. I didn’t think anyone could have followed us or
had found our location so quickly, but I guessed anything was
possible.
Following him into the kitchen, I told
him I would put the food away. He grunted his thanks and left the
bags sitting on the dining room table. I watched him disappear
around the corner and laughed to myself, thinking he probably
didn’t want to actually have to see or touch my feminine
products.
With a snort of amusement, I put the
food away, and began to think up recipes in my head I could make
with the few items we had bought. Meat, milk, cheese, eggs, bread,
pasta, spaghetti sauce, tortillas, coffee, creamer, some frozen
breakfast items, portable drinks, and other quick packaged
snacks.
I opened a cupboard and was delighted
to find a rack of spices. Then my smile fell when I realized they
were probably 30 years old. I began pulling them out, checking the
expiration dates (did spices ever ‘expire’ anyway?) and was happy
to see quite a few of them weren’t expired or were barely past
their dates and deemed them safe. More creative recipes began to
form in my mind, glad I would have something to do to fill the
boredom besides read. As I was replacing the spices, the light from
the kitchen caught something shiny like glass in the back of the
cupboard. Looking to see if Duke was around, and satisfied he still
wasn’t, I stood on tiptoe and reached for it. My hand closed around
cold glass, and carefully pulling it out, I set it on the counter.
I gaped in shock to see a black label reading “Jim Beam. Original
Bourbon Whiskey” and then smiled at my find.
I turned the bottle around to read the
small date printed on the label: 1997. Wow, 19 year old whiskey –
score! He didn’t want me having wine, but at least if I needed a
shot to take the edge off, I’d have this.
Quickly replacing the bottle back into
the cupboard and putting the spices in front of it, I closed it and
made two sandwiches. I carefully placed a small bag of chips on
each plate and set them down at the table.
“Hey, Duke, I made sandwiches, are you
hungry?”
Chapter 11
Duke
When I heard her call me to lunch, I
grinned a little. Hell yeah, little woman making me a sandwich.
Every guy’s dream. Too bad she’s not doing it naked. Then the
fantasy would be complete.
Wait. I’m working. I’m the agent, and
she’s the vic. Not my little woman. I shook my head in disgust at
myself and went out to the kitchen. When I walked in, all I saw was
ass. A nice, round one in a pair of jeans, bending over at the
dining room table.
“Did you lose something?” I asked, my
arms folded over my chest.
She righted herself, cheeks turning
pink as she held up a small bag of chips. “Dropped this.” She sat
down at the table and pointed to a chair. “Have a seat.”
I obeyed and my mouth watered at the
sight of the sandwich sitting on a glass plate. A bag of chips lay
near it, and a can of soda next to the plate.
I watched as she took a small bite of
her sandwich, which was cut in half. She bit into it like a priss,
then used a paper napkin to wipe away the nonexistent crumbs or
whatever.
Without wasting time, I took a huge
bite of mine and my eyes rolled back in my head. Best damn sandwich
ever.
“What’s in this?” I asked, my mouth
full.
When my eyes met hers, there was a
happiness and pride I could see there. She didn’t look smug, but
rather satisfied with herself. As if she enjoyed the compliment I
had inadvertently paid her.
“Turkey, cheese, mayo, mustard, and
baby spinach. I grilled the bread in some butter and salt in the
pan over the stove first, though.”
Nodding, I bit into the sandwich
again. “It is very good, you are a good cook.”
Did I just pay her another compliment?
I was seriously losing my hard edge. No way was this very
attractive yet infuriatingly annoying woman gonna do that to
me.
She was still smiling, and she held
eye contact with me as she shoveled a chip into her
had found our location so quickly, but I guessed anything was
possible.
Following him into the kitchen, I told
him I would put the food away. He grunted his thanks and left the
bags sitting on the dining room table. I watched him disappear
around the corner and laughed to myself, thinking he probably
didn’t want to actually have to see or touch my feminine
products.
With a snort of amusement, I put the
food away, and began to think up recipes in my head I could make
with the few items we had bought. Meat, milk, cheese, eggs, bread,
pasta, spaghetti sauce, tortillas, coffee, creamer, some frozen
breakfast items, portable drinks, and other quick packaged
snacks.
I opened a cupboard and was delighted
to find a rack of spices. Then my smile fell when I realized they
were probably 30 years old. I began pulling them out, checking the
expiration dates (did spices ever ‘expire’ anyway?) and was happy
to see quite a few of them weren’t expired or were barely past
their dates and deemed them safe. More creative recipes began to
form in my mind, glad I would have something to do to fill the
boredom besides read. As I was replacing the spices, the light from
the kitchen caught something shiny like glass in the back of the
cupboard. Looking to see if Duke was around, and satisfied he still
wasn’t, I stood on tiptoe and reached for it. My hand closed around
cold glass, and carefully pulling it out, I set it on the counter.
I gaped in shock to see a black label reading “Jim Beam. Original
Bourbon Whiskey” and then smiled at my find.
I turned the bottle around to read the
small date printed on the label: 1997. Wow, 19 year old whiskey –
score! He didn’t want me having wine, but at least if I needed a
shot to take the edge off, I’d have this.
Quickly replacing the bottle back into
the cupboard and putting the spices in front of it, I closed it and
made two sandwiches. I carefully placed a small bag of chips on
each plate and set them down at the table.
“Hey, Duke, I made sandwiches, are you
hungry?”
Chapter 11
Duke
When I heard her call me to lunch, I
grinned a little. Hell yeah, little woman making me a sandwich.
Every guy’s dream. Too bad she’s not doing it naked. Then the
fantasy would be complete.
Wait. I’m working. I’m the agent, and
she’s the vic. Not my little woman. I shook my head in disgust at
myself and went out to the kitchen. When I walked in, all I saw was
ass. A nice, round one in a pair of jeans, bending over at the
dining room table.
“Did you lose something?” I asked, my
arms folded over my chest.
She righted herself, cheeks turning
pink as she held up a small bag of chips. “Dropped this.” She sat
down at the table and pointed to a chair. “Have a seat.”
I obeyed and my mouth watered at the
sight of the sandwich sitting on a glass plate. A bag of chips lay
near it, and a can of soda next to the plate.
I watched as she took a small bite of
her sandwich, which was cut in half. She bit into it like a priss,
then used a paper napkin to wipe away the nonexistent crumbs or
whatever.
Without wasting time, I took a huge
bite of mine and my eyes rolled back in my head. Best damn sandwich
ever.
“What’s in this?” I asked, my mouth
full.
When my eyes met hers, there was a
happiness and pride I could see there. She didn’t look smug, but
rather satisfied with herself. As if she enjoyed the compliment I
had inadvertently paid her.
“Turkey, cheese, mayo, mustard, and
baby spinach. I grilled the bread in some butter and salt in the
pan over the stove first, though.”
Nodding, I bit into the sandwich
again. “It is very good, you are a good cook.”
Did I just pay her another compliment?
I was seriously losing my hard edge. No way was this very
attractive yet infuriatingly annoying woman gonna do that to
me.
She was still smiling, and she held
eye contact with me as she shoveled a chip into her
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